He could breathe no more.
A classy homeless hero.
Mike Zint died Friday.
SF Occupy.
The Federal Reserve camp.
Then across the Bay.
Months outside Staples.
Fighting privatization.
Saving union jobs.
The Postal Service
and its New Deal properties
In peril, he came.
Downtown Berkeley.
Seventeen months he remained.
On Post Office grounds.
The Postal Police.
Evicted. Garden fenced.
The last laugh was Mike’s:
We rezoned PO.
Still today remains unbought.
Judge Alsup affirmed.
Homeless not Helpless.
First They Came for the Homeless.
House Keys not Handcuffs.
Liberty City.
Challenging City Council.
They failed us all.
A Poor Tour conceived.
Chased by Berkeley’s finest.
Exposing the Hub.
Round and around town.
Cold. Wet. Raided. Stolen from.
Still, they persisted.
No Man’s Land. HERE/THERE.
An intentional village.
Zint’s wish reality.
UN Rapporteur.
Housing is a Human Right.
US not so much.
Finally housing.
A flat in deep East Oakland.
Four walls. A slumlord.
Homeless not heartless.
Rest in peace wounded comrade.
A home in the sky.
Berkeley Post Office Defenders 